Chapter 2 #4
“Praise Him!” King held out comically, causing everyone to laugh, as I dropped my head, turned it to the right, and studied the area that needed to feel my shoe.
“What is she finna do?” the street niggas asked as I was in motion to give Ms. Dorothy’s left temple a perfect low kick with much fucking pressure but not enough to kill her.
“Shitttt!!” Thiago hollered, hopping to his feet as the bitch went out cold.
“Oh shit,” The other Quad Ts held out.
Min clapped and grinned. “Executed flawlessly.”
August lifted his right boot to catch the bitch’s head.
“That’s a karate or street fight move. Who taught you that?” Tiberius asked as I grabbed the unconscious bitch’s ankles.
“Uncle Silas paid for us to take up a few karate lessons. The street fighting part came from sneaking out of Uncle Silas and Auntie Clara’s penthouse to get to the underground fights,” I offered, dragging the bitch toward the living room.
“August, you was a lil ‘tute, bitch?” Thiago asked seriously, looking at my honey.
While I slid by them as if I was pushing a shopping cart, August was on my heels, laughing. “Man, don’t ask me shit.”
“What is agitating me is the fact she’s old enough to know all paid-for dick isn’t good dick.
Each time, I have to tag her ass, the beatings will get worse and worse.
At this point, her coming for him isn’t even the point.
It’s her putting my health in jeopardy. All this fighting and arguing over a dick that I gnaw on faithfully every day and night is stupid.
I’m a Georgia, bitch. The worst of the worst. Time for y’all to see just how bad,” I replied, nearing the kitchen.
“I love when you gnaw on this motherfucka too,” August groaned, popping my butt.
“I know, that’s why I’ll forever do it,” I answered, arriving at the back door.
When I arrived on the porch, I ran as fast as I could while smiling at the steps that had been consumed by many bodies since the twins’ party started. Laughter blasted through the stifling air as Ms. Dorothy’s head didn’t stand a chance against the polished wood.
Remembering there was a deep hole in the center of my cousin’s backyard, I hated that I couldn’t look at the ugly bitch picking with someone way below her age group.
Nastily, I said, “This should simmer you for a while, bitch. This is the kind of place you’ll be if you run across me on a day that I’ve had enough of people’s shit.
I’ve punched the wind out of you. Boxed your damn nose and lips.
Kicked your temple to the point you are chatting with a deceased loved one.
I’m tired of telling you bitches that I’m not prissy like Min.
I get real motherfucking nasty and grimy.
My life has made me that way. Bitch, I’mma jackguh at heart.
Been that since I was eleven. I ain’t on that type of time.
Seein’ August made damn sho’ I ain’t that bitch no mo’.
I came down this motherfucka to hang out wit’ my cousin an’ took the dick you was payin’ fo’ wit’ gotdamn ease.
You thank I’mma let that motherfuckin’ dick an’ that love he give me go?
Bitch, please. Hoe, I’ll kill yo’ whole bloodline behind that man. ”
“Oh, shit, Aug. I ain’t know she got down like that,” Thiago spoke seriously as I dragged Ms. Dorothy to the beginning of the hole that I had to count how many steps it took not to fall in it when the sun was blasting high in the sky.
“She rough as fuck. She wasn’t angry befo’, but she is nih. Let me guess, you rethinkin’ her going to Amana’s nih, huh?” August asked as I gripped the bitch’s hair tighter and flopped her head as if it was a pillow filled with chip crumbs from Azaria’s fingers.
“Hell nawl. I stand firm on lettin’ Amana strike first,” Thiago responded as I removed the duct tape and other housing tools I kept on me whenever the fellas threw a party. I never knew who needed to be tied up and silenced for a while.
Releasing the old slut’s hair, I slammed my foot on her chest.
“Oof!” she squealed as I opened the drawer.
“There, there. You woke. Welcome back,” I growled, undoing the tape.
“Um, that sounds like some thick tape,” Francesca announced, oddly.
“Duct tape,” August, King, Kingdon, and Kingsley voiced as I whistled a sadistic tune.
In seconds, Min hopped behind me and whistled the intro song of Unsolved Mysteries.
King howled in laughter.
Tiberius sighed. “God, why did You make us friends with them? They too weird fo’ me.”
In my own world, thinking about how I would duct-tape my siblings, I was done securing Ms. Dorothy within a few minutes. I rubbed the tape over her mouth extra hard to ensure it was sealed.
“Ah, what a lovely bath, I will have after this,” I grinned, checking her wrists to make sure she couldn’t get out of the tape.
“Yep, an’ I’mma baze you,” August voiced as a lighter flickered from my far right.
“Nope, you are the drunkard. I bathe you,” I replied, walking toward her legs.
“A’ight,” he answered as I kneeled and ran my fingers around the top and bottom parts of the tape.
Secured.
Pleased not to have to put any more tape on her, I searched her for devices.
Locating her phone, I thought about taking a picture of her.
I laughed and quickly shook my head. I didn’t want to take shit to Hell yet.
I needed to bring her to the entrance of the underworld.
While powering off her phone, I said, “Min, will you bring me six bottles of water?”
“I already have them,” she sang, causing many odd noises to travel out of friends’ and family’s mouths.
“My cousinnnn,” I hooted, unwilling to stop until she landed next to me.
When her shoe bumped mine, she cooed, “I like’em wet, cousin.”
Retrieving a bottle of water, I laughed at my weird-ass cousin. King groaned, “Yesss, baby, help a cousin in need. This Dickvisa will be ready for ridiculous swiping when I’ve heard enough of you helping Mona.”
“You need to remove the tape from her mouth.” Thames coached from the porch as I frowned and shook my head.
“Not my kind of torture. You see, I don’t want easy access for water to leave her body. When you keep the tape over their mouth and waterboard them … they fear for their lives more,” I replied, pushing myself toward the upper part of Ms. Dorothy’s body.
“Depending on how much water is used, how it is poured in the nose, or slips into the nose, they’ll be closer to sliding into Hell’s line for good.
That’s when you snatch the tape off or cut a small slit in the tape, rush them onto their sides, and pat their backs harshly,” I continued, knowing exactly which method I would use.
As I pushed the bitch’s head back and slowly poured water into her face, Tobias impressively said, “Shit, I love the way you think.”
“Thank you,” I nodded as the bitch’s body jerked.
I dropped the bitch’s head and spanked her forehead. Still pouring water on her, I hissed, “Bees your fuck ass still. You came here seeking an ass-whooping, and I gave you more than that.”
In the dark, with insects and Ms. Dorothy’s moans and grunts, I slowly poured six bottles of water into her face as if I did that shit for a living.
When I finished washing off the tons of makeup on her face, my fingers were light as I needed to make sure that I slit a small hole in the tape across her mouth.
“There, there,” I told the bitch I wanted to shake like my daughter shook her dolls after dunking them in the tub. “I’m almost done.”
Removing the multi-use knife from my pocket, I grinned. “Slit it up.”
“Slice it up,” Min said wickedly as I wished she could see my wink.
“Weird ass cousins. I love it,” King offered as I slit the tape, going a little deeper than I usually did.
Ms. Dorothy moaned painfully.
Min howled in laughter while standing, leaving her hand on my shoulder.
Sarcastically, I giggled. “Oops, my bad. It’s no light out here to see not to cut your lip, Ms. Dorothy. I hope you accept my apology.”
Rising like a bad bitch, eager to seal the deal on my business, I slid my foot to Ms. Dorothy’s back.
Humbly, I said, “Ms. Dorothy, I’m sure you are aware of being in time out.
Well, this one here will be a real fucking treat.
You are going to spend some time in this hole.
When or if your grandkids come looking for you, they will join you.
If I’m very pissed for how they show up, if my honey says yes, if Min and King say yes, if the worms, roly-polies and other insects up and at it, y’all will watch me fuck and suck the dick you paid for. Enough talking. Enjoy your time out.”
“My, my, my, my,” Thiago, August, and King held out as I kicked Ms. Dorothy in the hole with the different tones of ‘my’ escaping the men’s mouths.
August was aroused; I expected that.
King was intrigued; I expected that.
Thiago was impressed, aroused, and intrigued; I wasn’t expecting that.